I'm Really an Alchemist

"Is it?"

Tsurumi's voice appeared behind his head.

Dabra's eyes widened suddenly, and he opened the distance in an instant. After flying into the sky, he spewed qigong bullets with his hands one after another, violently bombarding the blood-red ground, causing the ground to sink deep and the soil to fly.

"What is a demon?"

Tsurumi's voice still appeared in his ears.

Kodapura didn't see any life, and couldn't find the source of the sound.

"Get out of here!"

This strange scene made Dabra explode his anger suddenly, and the manic energy propped up everything, so that there was only the pure and extreme white light in the world, but Tsurumi's voice, like a ghost, stuck to his body ear.

"What is a demon?"

Dabra paused in mid-air, numb from the scalp, and a cool feeling down the spine.

What kind of monster is it?

He felt the fear that he had not seen for a long time. This fear did not come from the other party's strength, but from the unknown.

"Damn it, don't hide, come out and fight me!"

"Fight me, monster!"

The dignity of the king of the demon world does not allow him to run away. Dapura stomped his feet and roared, but it was more like impotent rage. Tsurumi's laughter resounded in all directions, and then a huge and palpitating momentum came from below.

"I have been here all the time."

Dabra looked horrified, the ground under his feet unexpectedly rose up to his feet, and this time, he finally heard the direction of the sound.

in the sky.

The king of the demon world looked up to the sky.

What a majestic and tall figure it was, occupying the entire line of sight, Dabra thought about all this clearly, but his legs went limp unnaturally, and he fell to the ground...no, in the palm of his hand.

Tsurumi raised his palm lightly, looked directly at the King of the Demon Realm in his palm, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me, what is a demon?"

"Monster!" Dabra looked at this evil god that made him unable to resist his thoughts at all, his face turned fierce, and the violent power exploded into a qigong wave, but disappeared invisible in the distorted space on the palm.

"I am a demon!" Dapra spit on Tsurumi's palm and laughed wildly: "The fierce, cruel, and desperate are demons, and I am the king of demons!"

"No." Tsurumi shook his head and said, "The real demon is lust. You demons have the desire to kill, and mortals have seven emotions and six desires in their hearts. Those are demons, and you are just poor creatures controlled by demons!"

"Just like you use petrified saliva to petrify me, this is the desire that arises in your heart."

Tsurumi turned over his palm, and saw that the petrified part returned to its original shape in the blink of an eye. This made Dabra despair, and his only skill was seen through.

Dabra just blinked, and the giant giant disappeared.

He still stood three feet in front of Tsurumi, as if it was just a dream.

Blood mist rolled around his body, and countless demons stepped out slowly, but Dapra couldn't think of resistance. He knelt down on one knee to Tsurumi, lowered his head, and signaled his submission.

"Master, I can help you unify the demon world!" Dabra's voice trembled with fear.

"I don't need it." Tsurumi said indifferently: "You still don't understand what a real demon is, the desire to rule, possess, and become stronger. These are the demons, and you are just a shell driven by the demon."

He didn't even look at the king of the demon world, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

"No!" Dabra uttered his final resistance, the endless blood mist and undead demons covered his body, the undead demons ate his body, and the blood mist devoured his energy.

Shortly after.

Seeing Tsurumi beside him, Dabra stepped out slowly, and with an excited bloodthirsty smile, he slowly knelt down and knelt down.

"I'm a little tired." Tsurumi's thoughts moved slightly, and the blood mist condensed into a chair behind him, allowing him to sit down comfortably, "Dabra, you are the master of killing, and the killing intent in the hearts of living things is up to you." Controlled by me, the Demonic Dao—the Asura Clan!"

Dapra kowtowed excitedly, only felt that all his thoughts and desires in the past were all vain, and he only had one thought in his mind - to kill!

Waved to let Dabra lead the crowd to encroach on the demon world, Tsurumi leaned back on the chair, suddenly felt something, closed his eyes and meditated, and sighed softly.

"Senior brother, after you attain the Dao, you will definitely be incompatible with my demon way. I'm sorry, but I can't let you attain the Dao."

At this time, an idea came from the undead demons, and they caught lives that were not demons in the demon world.

"Let go of me! I am the greatest magister Babidi!"

"I, I am the descendant of Bibidi who destroyed the king of the realm, don't come here, I can summon Majin Buu!"

"Don't come, don't come!"

Hearing the weird scream, Tsurumi leaned back on the chair. This magister who called himself Babidi wanted to come to the Demon Realm to subdue Dabra, but he was caught by the undead demons. His magic is quite interesting, but it’s a pity The immortal demons in the sea of ​​blood are naturally immune.

"It's up to you." He Jian only thought about his brother Wu Tian's affairs, and had no time to deal with such outside creatures.

Babidi then let out a desperate howl before dying.

And the excited swallowing of the undead demons.

Chapter 283 Chapter 40 Dragon Ball-Wish Power System

The city covered by artillery fire was in ruins.

Walking in this scarred city, Wu Tian saw the humble and frightened creatures hiding in the dark and looking around cautiously, and heard the desperate and restless weeping, he lightened his steps, and strands of golden light came out from behind him.

This golden light permeated every injured person, healing their physical and spiritual pain in the warm radiance and the shock of relatives and friends.

Wu Tian didn't stop walking, and came to the agreed destination.

"Why do you want to meet here?" Piccolo was wearing a black robe and covered his unusual appearance with a hood, his voice was hoarse, he stood on a high place, looking at this city full of life and death, his eyes were sad.

He loves the earth and every creature on it.

Whether it is human beings or monster races, they are all the objects he wants to protect. The internal fighting among the earth races is the last thing Piccolo wants to see.

Wu Tian turned his head, looked at the ruins of the city, and sighed: "This is the front line of the war. Only here can we experience the fragility of life."

Piccolo was silent for a long time, and jumped down from a high place gently.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Piccolo kept a safe distance from Wu Tian, ​​and even looked extra vigilant.

Anyone who encounters incomprehensible things will be like him.

Piccolo was trying to figure out the words left by Zhou Qi in the heaven, but a string of words suddenly appeared in front of him, marking the time, place and characters. This strange method shocked him a lot.

Wu Tian smiled shyly, and said: "The heaven you are in is blocked, it's not polite for me to break in, so I left you a message."

Piccolo snorted softly: "Is it polite to invade the heavens with words? You and your teacher are almost the same!"

Wu Tian touched his bald head, laughed, and then skipped this topic.

The two walked hand in hand on the ruined streets.

"Mr. Piccolo, we are all people who want this world to become more peaceful." Wu Tian looked directly into Piccolo's eyes, as if he could see the depths of the Namek people's heart: "We also want to stop this war, Is it right?"

Piccolo sneered: "Then why don't you stop it, don't you have the power?"

Wu Tian said silently: "I can stop this time, but I can't prevent the next one. I can stop thousands of wars, but how is this different from a powerful person? People just stop wars because they are afraid of me, not because Need peace and stop war!"

Piccolo frowned, wanting to refute, but couldn't find words.

The premise of stopping this war is to use greater fear and power to suppress it. Is such an approach reasonable? If other people think about it, they may be willing to choose this without hesitation in order to stop the war in front of them. road.

But for Wu Tian and Piccolo.

They see farther, and what they see is a crueler future!

"So." Wu Tian paused for a long time, enough for Piccolo to think, before continuing, "I need your help, Piccolo."

"Help, what help?" Piccolo hadn't turned his mind.

He couldn't think of anything he could do to help Wu Tian.

Even in terms of strength, the other party far surpassed him!

"Dragon Ball." Wu Tian said.

"Dragon Ball?" Bi ** adjusted, with a strange expression on his face, and said, "Where did you know about Dragon Ball, from Mr. Zhou?"

Dragon Ball, a specialty of Namek, is also called a wishing ball.

Only the best lineage of Namekians have the power to create Dragon Balls and activate Dragons.

It can realize any wish, including rejuvenation and resurrection. Piccolo is the most outstanding line of Namekians, and naturally has the power to create dragon balls and activate dragons.

But he didn't tell anyone about this, including the god Karl.

Piccolo immediately thought of Zhou Qi.

It was Zhou Qi who knew his identity as a Namekian in the first place, and knowing that he could create Dragon Balls, it's not surprising.

But Wu Tian shook his head and said, "No, master didn't tell me about Dragon Ball."

"Or, I don't know what Dragon Ball is." Wu Tian is very sincere: "The calculation only tells me Mr. Piccolo that you know Dragon Ball, and it can let me take the last step."

Looking at Wu Tian's sincere face, Piccolo didn't seem to be lying.

As for reckoning, a term he had never heard of before, it was automatically converted into divination and prediction by Piccolo. He didn't know whether he should tell the news about Dragon Ball.

A wishing ball that grants all wishes.

How attractive is this to mortals with desires?

Piccolo used to hold the naive idea of ​​creating dragon balls after becoming a god, so that human beings on the earth would have a kind of hope, but this idea was abandoned by him because of the war on the earth.

"So that's how it is." Piccolo finally understood the reason why Wu Tian made an appointment to meet at the front line of the war, "You know I won't hand over the Dragon Ball news easily, so you want to impress me with this scene!"

Wu Tiandao: "This is just one of the reasons. The more important reason is that I believe in Mr. Piccolo and am willing to accept all of this!"

Piccolo took a deep look at him, and then looked around, looking at the suffering human beings in this city, and at the tortured life on this planet. Under this guilt, he let go of his self-esteem.

"Dragon Ball is a fetish that I can create." Piccolo said with a blank expression, "This is a unique ability of my family, and it can fulfill wishes."

Fulfilling wishes...Wu Tian pondered the power of this word, subconsciously asked: "What is the principle of Dragon Ball's wish fulfillment?"

"Principle?" Piccolo said, "You don't need a principle, just collect seven dragon balls and summon the dragon, and your wish will come true!"

"It can't be without reason." Wu Tian said: "Everything has a cause and effect. If Dragon Ball can really fulfill all wishes, then why can it fulfill wishes, and on what grounds can it fulfill wishes?"